Poems on various subjects, religious and moral Part 6

II.

The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he view'd, And fix'd his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The sire of G.o.ds and men address'd, "My son, my heav'nly fair!

III.

"Descend to earth, there place thy throne; "To succour man's afflicted son "Each human heart inspire: "To act in bounties unconfin'd "Enlarge the close contracted mind, "And fill it with thy fire."

IV.

Quick as the word, with swift career He wings his course from star to star, And leaves the bright abode.

The Virtue did his charms impart; Their G-----! then thy raptur'd heart Perceiv'd the rus.h.i.+ng G.o.d:

V.

For when thy pitying eye did see The languid muse in low degree, Then, then at thy desire Descended the celestial nine; O'er me methought they deign'd to s.h.i.+ne, And deign'd to string my lyre.

VI.

Can Afric's muse forgetful prove?

Or can such friends.h.i.+p fail to move A tender human heart?

Immortal Friends.h.i.+p laurel-crown'd The smiling Graces all surround With ev'ry heav'nly Art.

To the Honourable T. H. Esq; on the Death of his Daughter.

WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, And racks your bosom with incessant woe, Let Recollection take a tender part, a.s.suage the raging tortures of your heart, Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief, And pour the heav'nly nectar of relief: Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan, Divinely bright your daughter's Virtues shone: How free from scornful pride her gentle mind, Which ne'er its aid to indigence declin'd!

Expanding free, it sought the means to prove Unfailing charity, unbounded love!

She unreluctant flies to see no more Her dear-lov'd parents on earth's dusky sh.o.r.e: Impatient heav'n's resplendent goal to gain, She with swift progress cuts the azure plain, Where grief subsides, where changes are no more, And life's tumultuous billows cease to roar; She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies, Where new creations feast her wond'ring eyes.

To heav'n's high mandate cheerfully resign'd She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind; She, who late wish'd that Leonard might return, Has ceas'd to languish, and forgot to mourn; To the same high empyreal mansions come, She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb: And thus I hear her from the realms above: "Lo! this the kingdom of celestial love!

"Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss, "How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss?

"Amidst unutter'd pleasures whilst I play "In the fair suns.h.i.+ne of celestial day, "As far as grief affects an happy soul "So far doth grief my better mind controul, "To see on earth my aged parents mourn, "And secret wish for T-----! to return: "Let brighter scenes your ev'ning-hours employ: "Converse with heav'n, and taste the promis'd joy"

NIOBE in Distress for her Children slain by APOLLO, from Ovid's Metamorphoses, Bood VI. and from a view of the Painting of Mr. Richard Wilson.

APOLLO's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful G.o.ddess, sing!

Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give, And taught'st the painter in his works to live, Inspire with glowing energy of thought, What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote.

Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain, Tho' last and meanest of the rhyming train!

O guide my pen in lofty strains to show The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe.

'Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign: See in her hand the regal sceptre s.h.i.+ne, The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine, He most distinguish'd by Dodonean Jove, To approach the tables of the G.o.ds above: Her grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains Th' ethereal axis on his neck sustains: Her other grandsire on the throne on high Rolls the loud-pealing thunder thro' the sky.

Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs, Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings.

Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn, Seven daughters beauteous as the op'ning morn, As when Aurora fills the ravish'd sight, And decks the orient realms with rosy light From their bright eyes the living splendors play, Nor can beholders bear the flas.h.i.+ng ray.

Wherever, Niobe, thou turn'st thine eyes, New beauties kindle, and new joys arise!

But thou had'st far the happier mother prov'd, If this fair offspring had been less belov'd: What if their charms exceed Aurora's teint.

No words could tell them, and no pencil paint, Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy.

Now Manto comes, endu'd with mighty skill, The past to explore, the future to reveal.

Thro' Thebes' wide streets Tiresia's daughter came, Divine Latona's mandate to proclaim: The Theban maids to hear the orders ran, When thus Maeonia's prophetess began: "Go, Thebans! great Latona's will obey, "And pious tribute at her altars pay: "With rights divine, the G.o.ddess be implor'd, "Nor be her sacred offspring unador'd."

Thus Manto spoke. The Theban maids obey, And pious tribute to the G.o.ddess pay.

The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires, And altars blaze with consecrated fires; The fair a.s.sembly moves with graceful air, And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair.

Niobe comes with all her royal race, With charms unnumber'd, and superior grace: Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue, Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view, Beyond description beautiful she moves Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves: She views around the supplicating train, And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain, Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes, And thus reviles celestial deities: "What madness drives the Theban ladies fair "To give their incense to surrounding air?

"Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd?

"Why vainly fancy your pet.i.tions heard?

"Or say why Caeus offspring is obey'd, "While to my G.o.ddess.h.i.+p no tribute's paid?

"For me no altars blaze with living fires, "No bullock bleeds, no frankincense transpires, "Tho' Cadmus' palace, not unknown to fame, "And Phrygian nations all revere my name.

"Where'er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find, "Lo! here an empress with a G.o.ddess join'd.

"What, shall a t.i.taness be deify'd, "To whom the s.p.a.cious earth a couch deny'd!

"Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor sea receiv'd your queen, "Till pitying Delos took the wand'rer in.

"Round me what a large progeny is spread!

"No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread.

"What if indignant she decrease my train "More than Latona's number will remain; "Then hence, ye Theban dames, hence haste away, "Nor longer off'rings to Latona pay; "Regard the orders of Amphion's spouse, "And take the leaves of laurel from your brows."

Niobe spoke. The Theban maids obey'd, Their brows unbound, and left the rights unpaid.

The angry G.o.ddess heard, then silence broke On Cynthus' summit, and indignant spoke; "Phoebus! behold, thy mother in disgrace, "Who to no G.o.ddess yields the prior place "Except to Juno's self, who reigns above, "The spouse and sister of the thund'ring Jove.

"Niobe, sprung from Tantalus, inspires "Each Theban bosom with rebellious fires; "No reason her imperious temper quells, "But all her father in her tongue rebels; "Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath, "Apollo! wrap them in the shades of death."

Latona ceas'd, and ardent thus replies The G.o.d, whose glory decks th' expanded skies.

"Cease thy complaints, mine be the task a.s.sign'd "To punish pride, and scourge the rebel mind."

This Phoebe join'd.--They wing their instant flight; Thebes trembled as th' immortal pow'rs alight.

With clouds incompa.s.s'd glorious Phoebus stands; The feather'd vengeance quiv'ring in his hands.

Near Cadmus' walls a plain extended lay, Where Thebes' young princes pa.s.s'd in sport the day: There the bold coursers bounded o'er the plains, While their great masters held the golden reins.

Ismenus first the racing pastime led, And rul'd the fury of his flying steed.

"Ah me," he sudden cries, with shrieking breath, While in his breast he feels the shaft of death; He drops the bridle on his courser's mane, Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain, He, the first-born of great Amphion's bed, Was struck the first, first mingled with the dead.

Then didst thou, Sipylus, the language hear Of fate portentous whistling in the air: As when th' impending storm the sailor sees He spreads his canvas to the fav'ring breeze, So to thine horse thou gav'st the golden reins, Gav'st him to rush impetuous o'er the plains: But ah! a fatal shaft from Phoebus' hand Smites thro' thy neck, and sinks thee on the sand.

Two other brothers were at wrestling found, And in their pastime claspt each other round: A shaft that instant from Apollo's hand Transfixt them both, and stretcht them on the sand: Together they their cruel fate bemoan'd, Together languish'd, and together groan'd: Together too th' unbodied spirits fled, And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead.

Alphenor saw, and trembling at the view, Beat his torn breast, that chang'd its snowy hue.

He flies to raise them in a kind embrace; A brother's fondness triumphs in his face: Alphenor fails in this fraternal deed, A dart dispatch'd him (so the fates decreed:) Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound, His issuing entrails smoak'd upon the ground.

What woes on blooming Damasichon wait!

His sighs portend his near impending fate.

Just where the well-made leg begins to be, And the soft sinews form the supple knee, The youth sore wounded by the Delian G.o.d Attempts t' extract the crime-avenging rod, But, whilst he strives the will of fate t' avert, Divine Apollo sends a second dart; Swift thro' his throat the feather'd mischief flies, Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies.

Young Ilioneus, the last, directs his pray'r, And cries, "My life, ye G.o.ds celestial! spare."

Apollo heard, and pity touch'd his heart, But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart: Thou too, O Ilioneus, art doom'd to fall, The fates refuse that arrow to recal.

On the swift wings of ever flying Fame To Cadmus' palace soon the tidings came: Niobe heard, and with indignant eyes She thus express'd her anger and surprise: "Why is such privilege to them allow'd?

"Why thus insulted by the Delian G.o.d?

"Dwells there such mischief in the pow'rs above?

"Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?"

For now Amphion too, with grief oppress'd, Had plung'd the deadly dagger in his breast.

Niobe now, less haughty than before, With lofty head directs her steps no more She, who late told her pedigree divine, And drove the Thebans from Latona's shrine, How strangely chang'd!--yet beautiful in woe, She weeps, nor weeps unpity'd by the foe.

On each pale corse the wretched mother spread Lay overwhelm'd with grief, and kiss'd her dead, Then rais'd her arms, and thus, in accents slow, "Be sated cruel G.o.ddess! with my woe; "If I've offended, let these streaming eyes, "And let this sev'nfold funeral suffice: "Ah! take this wretched life you deign'd to save, "With them I too am carried to the grave.

"Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe, "But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow?

"Tho' I unhappy mourn these children slain, "Yet greater numbers to my lot remain."

She ceas'd, the bow string tw.a.n.g'd with awful sound, Which struck with terror all th' a.s.sembly round, Except the queen, who stood unmov'd alone, By her distresses more presumptuous grown.

Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair In sable vestures and dishevell'd hair; One, while she draws the fatal shaft away, Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of day.

To sooth her mother, lo! another flies, And blames the fury of inclement skies, And, while her words a filial pity show, Struck dumb--indignant seeks the shades below.

Now from the fatal place another flies, Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.

Another on her sister drops in death; A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath; While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain, Struck with the rest, and mingled with the slain.

One only daughter lives, and she the least; The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her breast: "Ye heav'nly pow'rs, ah spare me one," she cry'd, "Ah! spare me one," the vocal hills reply'd: In vain she begs, the Fates her suit deny, In her embrace she sees her daughter die.

* "The queen of all her family bereft, "Without or husband, son, or daughter left, "Grew stupid at the shock. The pa.s.sing air "Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair.

* This Verse to the End is the Work of another Hand.